Listen Demetrius, I feel you. You thought the starting QB job was yours, but it turns out that the bag of cottage cheese that is coach Weis was thinking about some freshman that happened to be out with an injury.

And it hurts.

Just today, I thought a certain assignment was going to be mine, but it turned out that they were going to give the work to one of my co-workers so they could get that person up to speed on how to handle this type of job.
Now did I pack my bags and walk down the street to next [ insert various entertainment industry office here ] without saying good-bye to my boss? No. I took a deep breath, knew that I was still a valued member of the team, and promptly started a new project that will also allow me to shine. (Not after saying, “Mother fucking fuckers fuckity fuck idiots” to myself about ten times, but that is allowed. As long as you move on.)

This is what the workplace is all about. Realizing sometimes the boss might tap someone else for a few games. And who knows, maybe this kid will be a complete bust, and they would have marched right back to your dorm room begging for you to start again.

The New Year’s “Ice Bowl” game, (being played outdoors in Buffalo – booze and hand warmers not included) , featuring the Penguins verses the Sabres sold out 42,000 seats in less than a half hour on Tuesday. Good enough reason for me to post a picture of Crosby, Talbot, and Armstrong celebrating in pre-season hockey play.

So I have mixed feelings about college football, (ok – not so mixed – IT IS A CULT SPORT), but everyday I find myself reading T. Kyle King’s Dawg Sports. I didn’t go to Georgia, the SEC scares me, and I really don’t like peaches. What I do like are cute boys that maybe look like their mascot. Check out Georgia kicker Brandon Coutu and see what I mean when I say, “cute pug nose”.

Did you know that Just Call Me Juice has closed shop and Marco now has launched a new college basketball blog named Storming the Floor? You do now, so please update your blog rolls accordingly.

I am going on a tangent here to mention that I just got back from the West Coast baseball swing, 6 parks in 7 days. In seeing my Oakland A’s, we were three rows off the bullpen–this means I have some pictures of Huston Street for you all. FROM BEHIND. Yes!

Well, something else just happened and I might set my office on fire, (concrete building, so just my desk and filing cabinets would burn, and the two offices on either side of me unfortunately would be unscathed), today.

Seriously, Lindsey. Buncha heartbreakers they are. But I’ll still love them the most no matter what.

And to be completely honest, I think I’ll cry more if they DO make it into the post season. I’ve been saying that for the past two seasons–if the Phillies make the playoffs and–dare I say it–the World Series? I will cry like a baby.